~ Sylara's POV ~
I yawned as I dragged my feet toward my class block, my body heavy, sluggish, and completely uncooperative. Every step felt like punishment. My head throbbed, my eyes burned, and exhaustion clung to me like a second skin.
I didn't get a proper sleep last night because of my parents' determination for me to work things out with Alfred. I didn't come out for dinner, and they didn't even bother to send for me.
Aside from their unending disturbance, I also didn't sleep well because I had spent the whole night thinking about Nicholas. I didn't fall asleep until it was 4 a.m.
My mind was filled with thoughts of him, wondering what he was doing or if he would be thankful that I covered up for him. His eyes, his touch, and the way he untied my towel with one single move repeat
